This is a song about "Mom having cancer"

Haunted elements and answers in the eloquence of cancer

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Pooping - having a blast,

Got racks you don’t understand

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

There destructive like cancer act

Tats no dey for my arm

So i thanks for my mom

Only thing you smoke is firecrackers causing cancer

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I'll keep cursing the pastor calling him worse than a cancer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her